Larry One-Shots

[5] Thunderstorm

This story is a bit sad...
But I like it ;)
Hope you'll like it too!

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"Why do you always have to be like that?!" Harry yells standing with his hands on his hips in the doorway to his and Louis' bedroom. "Like what? That I like to hang out with my friends? With Eleanor? She is nice, okay! I would never love someone else, but she's nice. As a friend." Louis sits on the bed, but stands up, still being smaller than Harry.

"She's nice? Pfft! Don't you notice the way she looks at you? She likes you, more than a friend!" Harry is angry, how can't Louis see that Eleanor is nice to Louis, only because she wants him. Harry can't understand why Louis doesn't see that!

"You can't always think, that everybody likes me! You're way to jealous! Why can't you just stop that!" Louis yells, now being angry too. "Of course I am jealous. Everybody wants you, but you can't see it! You know what? Fuck you! I want to see what you'll do without me! Let's see how you react, when you find out, that everybody finds you sexy and I'm not there to get you out of their grip!" Harry goes to their bed and takes his blanket and then goes out of their bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

"Fuck!" Louis runs his hands through his hair frustrated. He sits down on their bed, but happily Harry took the blankets, because then he'll only sleep in the living room on the couch and won't go to a friend's.

Louis hates when he and Harry fight. He hates, when Harry is angry or mad at him, but he doesn't understand him. Of course it's cute, when he is jealous, but not always.
Ugh!

Harry sits downstairs on the couch, thinking the same. That he hates fights with Louis, but he doesn't understand, why Louis can't see, that he only wants to protect him.

Harry is already in his pajamas, what means his boxers and nothing else. He lays down on the couch, turning the tv on. All the shows are boring, but he'd be even more bored without watching anything, so he continues.

Louis is in the bathroom brushing his teeth, when he hears a thunder. "No! P-please not now!" He whimpers, already shaking. He lays his toothbrush on the sink, going to the bedroom quickly. He needs Harry to calm him down now, but since they just fought he takes one of Harry's favorite sweaters and pulls them on, already loving the smell.

Then he hears another thunder and sees a lightning short after that noise. He begins shaking even more and he quickly closes the curtains laying down in the big and empty bed under his blanket.

Harry turns the tv off and wants to sleep, but when he closed his eyes, he hears a loud thunder. Just as he opens his eyes he sees a flashlight through the window.

"Fuck. Louis!" He mumbles and stands up, but then he remembers that Louis is 23 years old and that he can deal with thunderstorms alone. So he lays back on the couch closing his eyes again.

Meanwhile Louis lays in his bed under the blanket with his legs pressed to his chest and his arms around his knees. "H-haz? Please come, please please please..." He whimpers lightly and he barely even hears his own voice. He closes his eyes as he feels tears building up in them.

Louis winces when he hears another loud thunder. He bites on his lip that hard that he already tastes iron of the blood. "Harry, please come, please, please come, I-I need you. Please." The boy whimpers, tears now streaming down his cheeks.

Just as if Harry could've heard that he stands up thinking 'fuck it! i don't care if he is 23. he is still scared of thunderstorms.' Harry goes up the stairs to their bedroom and when he opens the door he hears a yelp from under the covers and his heart sinks.